So this is Christmas.

Awe. Retirement. Never felt so lonely.

I had this dream the other night, about my grandfather in Miami. I haven't seen him in close to 14 years. It's not like that whole period has been silent, I do have some contact with him. But in all honesty, I really don't know the man. Sometimes I feel like he's just a character in my crazy drama filled life. But anyway...I dreamed that he had finally come back home, and he was staying with us at the house. Random things happened, and I remember dreaming that we were at the airport, and he was getting ready to leave. I was telling his this story, and he just got up and left. I remember following him, and trying to get him to listen, the more he walked the more frustrated I became. I became frantic, when I realized he had left us. In all honesty, I've never been so upset about a dream. Needless to say, Pop says he's gonna visit us around the first of the year. I'll believe it, when I pick his ass up at the airport.

This is where life gets complicated. Life just seems all to sad right now. I'm not a big fan of the holidays, it always reminds me of the people that aren't around to celebrate with you. It's a crazy world. I've had my fair share of Christmas heartbreak. I remember in the 7th grade, my mom packed us kids up really early, and put us in the van. Trying to escape my father. Not that he was scary or abusive. She couldn't look him in the face to tell him she was leaving him. We weren't so lucky. I remember being so mad, that he had gotten up, and packed his things to go with us. I wanted to leave. Now I want nothing more than to spend Christmas with him. I've been having these weird thoughts. It's complicated, but I feel like he's slipping away. So many people are leaving me. I just want to get my last chance at goodbyes. That's all. I call him, I mention things. He's slowly forgetting. I'm scared, that I've waited too long to stop being such a baby, and just let him know how I feel. I'm too damn stubborn, and it's really going to be the end of me. So many people waste their lives away being stubborn, I'm one of them. I just feel sad. Hopefully this will pass.

I miss you.

I miss the jokes. I miss the laughter. I miss the hugs. I miss the stories. I miss the front porch talks and the smell of aftershave and cigars. I miss breakfast dates. I miss your face. I miss turning the kitchen corner and hearing the TV. I miss you. Simply you.

Two long years. I've grown, I've made mistakes, I've been happy, I've been sad, I've been depressed, I've been mellow, I've been myself. But everyday, at some point in the day, I think of you, and I smile. I hope your happy, where ever you rest. Know that I will always love you.

I can't believe it's been two years, since Bob's suicide. It's almost unimaginable. I still have moments where I'll think of something or see something, and I think I should tell Bob that. But then it hits me, I can't. I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of you being gone. It just doesn't seem right.

Until we meet again.

[P.S. She misses you more.]

The OC [CA part 3]

Oh my stars, we're going to Paris. By that I mean, Chicago in October, and well by we I mean me. Or so it looks. Not exactly official, but yeah. I wanna go to the Chi! And like hardcore. Now all I have left to conquer is the East Coast, which could happen, if I travel to Virginia with mom come December for a wedding. But I don't see it happening. I don't have much love for the East Coast.

The recent trip to the OC, was rather interesting. Celebrating Lo's birthday, walking the streets of Anaheim, getting left in cars, eating at the soup plantation, accidentally finding Hollywood, losing my luggage, being Abe Lincoln, dancing in Ralph's, calling the Mormons, pissing off the 7-eleven guy, watching Weeds, finding Baldwin Hills, crazy lady at the museum, fiber fest, watching Woman on a Ledge with the Irish, watching crazy tapes, "Yea", and well my crazy cramps. I wouldn't do anything differently. Okay, so I'd knock out the cramps. But yeah. I love my travels.

I really should sleep. My schedule is so out of whack. Not even funny.

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Grandma Shirley!

Grma Shirley loves Deidre Hall

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She strikes again. She's fabulous. I turn on the camera, and well she's a ham. And I love her.

Is it over yet?

So I was assaulted by an old lady. Assaulted with her love that is. I helped her with her things today, and the woman literally grabbed me, and then started to hug me. I was overwhelmed. She not only hugged me, she started to hug another co-worker, and shined a light in another's. I thought she was my co-worker's grandma. Turns out, no one knew who the hell she was. She went on about Labor Day, and how it was her birthday, and that we shouldn't forget it. And I do believe this is the first time I didn't dislike an old lady customer. But then again, none have ever been this nice. Most are bitter, and scream obscenities.

Debbie broke her finger, I smashed my thumb, the old lady assaulted me. What an awesome day.

Seems I've been found out on myspace. Just when I thought I was hidden again. I get found all over again. This time the out pour is crazy.

So, I work with a lady who just had a baby. Well, she has another son who is two, who on a recent doctor's visit, a regular checkup I might add, found out that he has cancer. So I ask you to pray for his family, and pray for a full recovery for such a sweet little boy, who doesn't deserve such a burden.

I'm really tired. I'm off to bed.

All I ever wanted....

Vacation. All I ever needed.

Brenda [my boss] told me to enjoy my vacation. So, I guess I'll be doing that in 12 days. This will also mark the 3rd visit to the great state of California this year. I love racking up frequent flyer miles. It's become sort of a hobby. Maybe I should go to pilot school? Or not. LOL.

I guess this is some sort of countdown until I fly off to west coast. Not much going on these days. I continue to drink redbull like they've discontinued it or something. I didn't have one today, and my head hurt. I think this is some sort of sign to stop with the consuming. But they are so good. I've even upgraded to the bigger can. It's kind of a sad story. Oh well, I'll always have my wings.

Abby's birthday was yesterday. I've had her for 6 years now, and I can't imagine life without her. I've literally gone broke for this dog, and well I hope we have many more years together, if not, I might just die.

Okay. It's really time for bed. Love you bitches.

Back to Black.

New Song.

A dedication of sorts. And well I love this song.

I've got so much shit to do tomorrow. I really should get some things done, so I can stop worrying about things. Starting with buying plane tickets. I really should get to bed.

Oh and I've decided, that I want to smoke some mary j with my dad. I don't know why this is so important to me. Maybe it's because my dad was such the hippie, and his friends were well, awesome. But I'm gonna make this happen. And it's not like he doesn't know that I partake in the fun that is Mary. It's been too long. High School, was rather fun. Ha. Ha. I think my last time should be with the man they call Walter. It just makes sense.

Peace Out.

I [heart] Saturdays.

I really should be doing something productive, but I don't feel like it. I read all night, and have slept off and on all day. Stopping for lunch, and I got my car inspected. Which I've delayed for almost 2 months. I totally forget these things. And let's see, I caught up on Days. Though I'm not sure what the hell is up with the Vegas story. When did this happen? I'm too confused to watch, so I fast forward. It takes me about 30 minutes to watch a weeks worth of shows. That's really bad if you ask me.

I've almost made it through the 5th book of HP. And I cheated and saw the movie last week, and well it pissed me off. It's not like the book. I almost feel cheated. But I guess it's what I deserve for not finishing the book first. And I almost like Bellatrix LeStrange in some odd weird psychotic way. She's crazy as hell that braud.

I really should start preparing for my flight coming up in August. But yeah, I'm too lazy today. Sad, I know. But this does give me reason to shop later on this month. And I've had my eyes on new luggage. And the phone whore inside me, really wants an iphone. Someone stop me.

Okay. Off to being bored again.

RIP Tammy Faye

Tammy Faye Messner
(March 7, 1942-July 20, 2007)



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Guess What?

Another trip. Yep, I shall be flying to yet another undisclosed location. I'll make the location known, when I feel like it. Or when I get home. Who knows?

I've gotten back into reading the Harry Potter books, though I'm extremely behind. I've finally on the 5th book. Go me. Which, for me, is an accomplishment. I mean, to have finally found the time to actually sit back and read the 4th book, is quite the achievement, all things considering. Only 3 more to go. I have the books, nothing but my procrastination is preventing me from reading. I've already spoiled myself with reading the last chapter of the last book. (after fighting off customers, I snagged myself a book last night while at work.) So we'll see how fast I finish the series.

So yeah, hey oh.

I'm gonna shower, then read. Maybe.

Updates!

Amazing new feature. Youtube! So if I plug in key words, which right now I have a Days of our Lives theme, video links show up on my blog. And if something catches your eye, you can view the clip without leaving the page. NEAT! I thought so too!

I also have the song of the moment. Which will be updated whenever I feel like it. Or if you know, you get tired of my tunes.

Okay, I'm done.

Lady Bird, RIP.

Lady Bird Johnson
(December 22, 1912-July 11, 2007)

Tell me why tonight on Larry King, he felt it was more important to talk about Nicole Ritchie and her stupid dilemma's then it was talk about the death of First Lady, Lady Bird Johnson? And as far as I'm concerned, he lost all credibility when he referred to Nicole as Paris' "BFF". I've never been so upset with the media. Well there is when Ann Coulter opens her mouth, but I'm not going to even touch that.

I do know that if she does lay in state in Austin, that I'll be trying my best to make the drive to pay my respects. Such a classy lady, and well I feel like I should be a part of history. Such a sad day for not only Texas, but for this country. May she rest in peace.

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And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find the ground
Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away
From this crazy world

Photo Op.

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[remember our faces.]

I wanna dance in the rain...

Vanilla coke is goodness.

I'm really bored. I should be in bed. But I'm thinking about doing laundry. Why the fuck do I bother watching the tivo'd eppy of Days? Oh that's right, LH is the ish, and makes the show watchable, even through all the suckage.

All this rain, sure does ruin my summer. Though I'm pretty sure we really effin need it. It rained so much, my hair curled, and my hair ended up looking nappy. Which I think looks gross. Other's seem to like the hippie look, as I like to call it.

Okay, random I know. But what color is my skin? Yeah, I was thinking white myself. So um, someone thought I was of Mexican decent today. I laughed. HARD. This summer has made it almost impossible to tan. I don't fake tan either. As I am claustrophobic. So I'm pretty pale at the moment. Maybe it's the dark chocolate hair? Maybe it's my thick Latina accent? Who the fuck knows?

Ahhh, Vanilla coke.

Quote of the Day |Yesterday|

"Baby, do you remember that you have a skirt on? Please don't show your snatch." [Random customer to his little girl who was maybe 5. Oh the lulz.]

Free P!

Just because I thought it was funny.

Rotten in Denmark.

I need a new lamp. And possibly some new shoes to go with that. Today is almost a blur, my lack of sleep finally caught up with me, and well I do believe delusional describes most of my actions. This lady got really rude with me today, and I seriously laughed in her face. I'm normally really good about bullshitting a smile, but today, nope.

Ryan is still gone. I miss him. He finally called me like after a week. Glad he's having fun without me. I'm having fun, watching Dawson's Creek DVD's and chillin' on the couch and well being bored.

Anyone else find this Paris Hilton drama hilarious? I mean, a month in jail? A bit excessive for a traffic violation, but it still makes me chuckle. And Britney Spears, I swear, if I see her snatch one more time, I might just punch a baby. I mean we get it. You need the attention, but does it have to be the snatch? Show us some pinkie toe for God's sake. The snatch is unnecessary. Nicole Ritchie pregnant? Please say no! Do not want. And Lindsay, we so proud. Gotta love that Hollywood gossip.

I think it's time for bed. Though my 6 hour nap did me a world of help. But alas, I'm still tired as fuck. Later loves.

Speak Yo Mind...

I don't normally call people out on their bullshit on the internet, but when it's your only means of communication with a certain bunch of nobodies, than I guess that's what I'll do.

Soap drama has never been so much fun. I love to lurk, and read what stupid bullshit Bex has to say or how much further her face will be in some one's ass, or how about Sundi and how many frequent flyer miles she's racked up, or wait, maybe Linn will post something stupid and superficial on how great Deidre Hall's hair looked today, or how she's so fraking awesome. Yes, she uses the word frak. Do you really pride yourself in lying that you own just about anything Deidre has worn. But wait, it's in a different color. Or let's see, how many times GraceAdler aka Kimmie, can mention that she can't talk to Deidre, because she intimidated by her. [Seriously? Like I laugh. Out loud. She's definitely not some sort of real celebrity. I mean, yes and no. I think they call it the D list.] Or OMG, I made a sign, and Deidre hugged me. Okaaaaaay. Or lets see, how many times Bstreis aka Clarissa, can post the same picture of Deidre Hall in some stupid 80's garb. We get it. She's lovely, she's simply the best. Did I leave anyone out? Oh. How could I forget Jiggs? If Jiggs were a normal human being, she/he would have outed themselves already. Yet another nobody not willing to come clean, as to who they are. Pathetic. Well Hell, I forgot to name a certain little leach named Trish. You were pathetic. I mean, did you actually think I believed that you weren't trying to spy on me or my board for whatever reason? I have my ways. And apparently they are more loyal to, me. You were outed before you even joined. And way to get CJ all skurred. I was never gonna kick her ass. I promise. I'm not that trashy.

I mean, I'd gladly post this shit on some Simply The Best shit fest thread on Marlena and Stalkers, but yeah, it seems as though I'm not allowed. I've cut myself for years wishing I could be a member of such an elite club. It seems as though my trash digging skills just aren't good enough, or maybe I haven't driven down Strada Corta enough times. Or peaked in the gate, or upgraded to trying to search the streets of Santa Monica. I mean my life just isn't complete. I don't have Hallsy's autograph like on every 8x10 she's ever posed for. I guess I'm a bad fan. Do I need to kiss a Miss Cathleen Jean Paradis on the ass cheeks just to get a taste of what life would be if Deidre Hall pretended to give two shits about me or what my life is like? Is life really all that much better? I can't seem to comprehend how anyone could hold someone up in so much regard. To me that's obsession, and obsession is not exactly good for the stalking soul.

So this brings me to Mr. Drake Hogestyn. So he makes a few truthful statements in the most recent Soap Digest? Sue the fucking man. At least he's not shouting "Warmth bath of fucking love!" from the mountain tops, or giving people false hope. The show will most likely end in 2009. So what? Whatcha gonna do? Send him black roses. I bet it's all his fault. I do believe life is gonna move on without Days of our fucking Lives. I do believe I will still get up each morning, take a piss, and go on about my day. I'm not holding onto some odd hope that the show will prevail, lets not worry. Drake speaks what he believes, and well if your gonna give his co-star praise for speaking her mind, then you can't turn around and set Drake ablaze. But then again, if Deidre were to scream "I hate God!" All her fans would be atheist's in a heartbeat. So what if Drake feels the need to let off steam. It's better than keeping it in, and lying. Confession is good. Even for the stalking soul. Last time I checked this was a free country, and Drake can say what ever the fuck he wants. As can you...I know. But when it comes to the point of being annoying and hypocritical, yes, I to can call you on your bullshit.

Let's see, before you throw stones. And start the "I know why your not in the Fan Club! Or why Deidre Hall hates you!" Or some bullshit about, "She knows who you [and Lo] are!" I'm gonna say it. Yes, I believed that there was some sort of possibility that Deidre and Drake were a couple. As did a lot of so-called current fan club members. So the fuck what. I've come clean, and I'm being "punished" for whatever reason. OMG, Zee has an opinion, and is not afraid to use it. She's not inclined to keep her FC membership safe, by kissing ass. In fact, I think I'd rather spend my 20 bucks on actually doing this world a little good, and maying feeding a few starving children. I will say, at least I wasn't photoshopping heads onto nude bodies. Isn't it funny that after all this bullshit about being banned from a FC, I've never tried to join any sort of Fan Club. I mean, I myself find it funny.

I guess this goes to show, when people speak their minds, and say something that maybe ruffles a few feathers, people get pissed. People just can't be honest anymore. They prefer to be lead on to some sort of fantasy land in the clouds, by some flake.

Oh and in case you haven't noticed, the Drake bashing got kind of old. The consistent need to comment on every thing he says, is a bit stalkerish, and well it scares the rest of mankind. For a group of people that seem to dislike him so much, they hang on to every word he has to say, like OMG they care. It's kind of cute.

P.S. CC dares you to respond.

Maybe the hairclip can fix it?

Sadness bestows me. In a matter of hours my brother abandons me. Leaves me for a place I'm, how can I really say this, scared to revisit. So many things happened, and well, I don't think I can return just yet. I still need time. I can't gain the courage to visit my own father. What kind of person does that make me? Maybe, one day. I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me. I just need courage, that's all. I have my parents. This shouldn't be so hard.

I don't really know how to say this lightly either. Another wound opened. Another suicide plagues me. Not that I care. But it's still sad. And I physically feel the pain these people are going through. Not that this man, was exactly the model citizen, but I have no right to judge. I only know what I've seen, and what I've been told. And who he's hurt. I can only imagine that he finally saw the light, and couldn't handle whatever he discovered. I hope that he finally came to peace with himself. Because in the end, that's all that matters. [RM:RIP]

So latest, LA trip. Amazing. Leann Hunley is the ish, and well, enough said. Almost hanging with a soap star, and well, the downside, my flights were shitty. Sitting next to Mama Jr. That woman was so stupid, and how many times must you ask me why I'm flying to LA? Seeing friends just isn't a good enough excuse I guess. And do I care that you have an extra set of headphones that I can use? Or how many times must you complain about the noise your earphones are making? Or did you have to make me move when our flight was taking off? Or do I care about Texas weather, or how you got stuck in Atlanta? But I did get a free magazine from the ordeal. And last but not least, I don't know how your valet parking works. Shouldn't you? The Flight home got even worse. Not only was it delayed. I sat next to a woman, that was about 2 inches shy of cuddling with me, and who snored in my ear. And as if that's not bad, there was a crying baby on the flight. Cried the whole fucking way home. Not only did I not sleep, I rolled into Texas at about 4 in the morning, cranky, bitchy, and well, did I say bitchy?

The event. Well interesting. I'm thankful for the bar. I'm not really all that star struck really. The alcohol helps with that I guess. I practically attacked Will Utay, he shouldn't have said he was from Dallas. But really, they're just glorified people, I guess. I've never seen so many mullets, and old women. Funny shit. I think the funniest thing, was watching that guy make a text message, that said something on the lines of, "These people are fucking insane." Maybe one day, I'll share my pics. The important people can see some of them on myspace.

Awe, so I forgot how much I love Dawson's Creek. And seriously, Pacey and Tamara. Hotness. Haven't we all wanted to fuck a teacher? HAHA.

[So in the time it took me to type this up, I got 6 friend requests on myspace. None of which I know. Myspace is getting really bad on spam. It needs to be fixed, and like asap. Make that 7]

And then I kissed him.

I can't sleep. Imagine that. I'm even jamming Hans Zimmer. No such luck...

This time tomorrow. I'll be somewhere in California. Be jealous.

RIP Charles Nelson Reilly

I literally was on my way to bed, when I read that Charles Nelson Reilly had passed away. I'm extremely sad. He always brought a smile to my face when I'd watch the Match Game. Him and Brett Somers were hilarious. I shall miss him.

Charles Nelson Reilly
(January 13, 1931-May 25, 2007)

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Emotions.

Someone posted this on myspace, and well it was interesting. It actually helped. I encourage you all to do the same, whether you want to post them here, or just to write them down. Let those emotions out, it's such a relief, even if no one's listening, or here to take the blow.

RULES:
1) List 20 things you want to say to people, but never will.
2) Don't say who they are.
3) Never discuss it again

1] I love you more than life itself, I just wish you listened long enough to hear it.

2] When you talk, I think to myself, "Man your parents sure did screw up."

3] I have these dreams, and each one ends with me saving you. I miss the hell out of you. And yes I blame myself.

4] When I told you I was visiting him, I lied.

5] Flush the toilet, and by God was your hands when your done.

6] Remember that summer I told you we were going bowling? We never made it to the bowling alley, we were too busy getting high, and being stupid.

7] There was a time when you meant the world to me. Even you, have lost your wings.

8] I wish you'd stop interfering with our lives. Yes we've grown up, and yes we can make our own decisions. I'm sorry you can't seem to understand that our lives don't revolve around you anymore.

9] I think you're a coward. Are we that repulsive that you stay with your whores in FL? Or do you feel that guilty? I think you should grow some balls, and face your past.

10] Whores steal a father from his children.

11] I think you deserve the world. I just wish I could give it to you.

12] Without you and you and you I would be lost.

13] Why all the secrets?

14] Why so much hate? You don't even know me.

15] You're one hell of a weird person, but I guess you mean well.

16] You choose to drink. It's not my fault you messed up.

17] Why is it that I just found out about your two older children? I don't care about the circumstances, two innocent baby girls, never knew their father. That makes me sick, that makes you a disgrace.

18] When I feel sad, I pull out the card you sent me. You changed my life. And I love you, always.

19] You know if you smiled, and said an easy "Hey, how are you?" People would probably like you. Deep inside, I know there's a person in there, we'd love.

20] I don't care what they say, I think your amazing.

You love my crazy flaws.

Wow. Two posts in two days. I'm on a roll. Or not.

Let's see. I've had the past two days off, and haven't accomplished anything, but spending money. I seem to be pretty good at that. I just love the rain we've received over the past few days. Or not. Every time I step out with straightened hair, it rains and my hair gets wet, and it curls up. It gets kind of wavy, then frizzy, and it's driving me nuts.

So funny story. A couple of weeks ago, my brother and I were at Hastings. We saw this bumper sticker magnet black ribbon thing that said, "Support sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll." It's similar to the yellow ribbons that people plaster on the back of their cars to support our troops, and make themselves feel better about themselves, because damn it, they have the yellow ribbon to prove it. But that's another story. Anyway, we decided that needed to be on the back side of my grandmother's Impala. We opted for the ribbon, because it was a magnet, and easy to remove when she realized it was there. It's better then the Elvis Lives! sticker my brother wanted to buy. I mean, the Elvis one was funny, but it needed to be removable without causing damage. I didn't feel like getting arrested for vandalism. Because yes, my grandmother wouldn't hesitate killing me or sending me to jail for defacing her precious Impala.

Anyway, long story short. My grandmother drove around town and to Oklahoma to a casino with this magnet on the backside of her car, for two whole days. She wasn't as mad as I thought she would be, but wasn't pleased. But hey, we've been laughing about it ever sense. Picture it, grandma, big curly head of hair (grandma style), driving ever so cautiously, stopping at every yellow light, while you honk because she's going so slow. But then you see this sticker of sorts, and start to read. And you laugh ever so loudly, out loud. You phone your friends, your friend's friends, your neighbors, anyone you think of. Because that my friends. Is funny as hell. I've been watching my back though, because she's out to get me. I can feel it.

Mom turned 51, which means I'll be 23, which means before I know it, I'm 30. And that's the end as I know it. Scream for me. Okay so 30's not so bad. I think 40 will be the tough one. Because when your 50, the sex is supposed to be great. Right? Someone prove this.

6 days..................................................

Peace out.

Cali Part 2, well 3.

Tell me how in the hell I spent 130 bucks at the liquor store yesterday? Oh wait, that's what happens when you grab two bottles of Disaronno, a bottle of Grey Goose, a bottle of Jack, and well some Myers Rum. Okay, so it's not all for me. The Grey Goose is all mine, but damn. 130 bucks. I went in for a gift, and ended up splurging on myself, and of course, my mother. (Happy birthday Mama.) None the less, Goody Goody Liquor loves us. Enough of the lush talk. I'm beginning to sound like someone else I know all too well.

California is only a week away. I need to get a move on though. I should really decide what I'm gonna pack. The camera I ordered finally came in the mail, and well, besides the packing issue, I do believe I'm all set. Can't wait for our mini little getaway.

Okay the cat just scared the shit out of me. He totally just knocked something into the sink, and is running around the house with his tail all bushed out. Serves him right. I'll end on that note.

Peace out.

Visual DNA.

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Still kind of sick. The cough lingers. But I'm getting better...

I had the night off, so Mama Jackie and myself decided to go eat dinner and catch a movie. We ended up watching Georgia Rule and chowing down on some nice food at the movie tavern. The movie, despite it's bad ratings was good. Jane Fonda was funny. Felicity Huffman can never fail. And well, I still hold hope for Lindsey Lohan. Nothing like watching Lilo get fingered and giving a blow job with your mother. But alas, just watch.

Should I make it a point not to text and drive? Cee, tell em, how bad it can be...I'm just glad it was the tire, and not you. Correction. Tires. And tell me why cleaning out the email inbox on a sidekick, must be so time consuming. There has to be an easier way. And congrats to Meli, on becoming the proud parent of a kick. Now we're all connected. Isn't it great? Each Lulas, armed with a kick.

I can't wait to be back in LA. June 1 can't get here quick enough. I just wish I could stay longer. Gotta love those fly by vacations. And yes, it's soap related. Be jealous.

I'm out. Peace.

Dear Children. (read icon.)

Wow. I'm writing. Amazing isn't it?

So here's the deal. I went to the zoo. I got sick. End of story. I had fun, and would do it all over again, but damn, do I have to bring home the biggest cold I've probably ever had? And it's not just any cold. It couldn't just hit me at once. Each day it progressed with something else. In fact, I've never choked on my tonsils until last Saturday at like 9 A.M. Wow, what an experience. I blame the children. Fuck them. And well, I'm still not really over this. Damn those snot nosed brats.

I felt like I was 92 today. Every time someone asked me a question, or even spoke to me, I was having to ask them to repeat themselves. My ears are so congested, or whatever you call it. I hate having people repeat themselves. Even chewing gum makes hearing almost impossible.

I just took a look around my room. And OMG. I need to do some major cleaning. I am by no means, a clean freak. My idea of organization, is stacks of papers and whatnots around the room. Like I have to order to my clutter. I really should do something about this. Anyone want to clean my room? HAHA. Don't you all jump at once.

And like OMG. Could Days of our Lives get any better?

shittake mushrooms.

I am sick. I can't seem to get over this. It's been almost a week. Help me.

OMG. Update.

So it's been brought to my attention that my updates have been missed. You could have fooled me.

Anyway. I've been busy. Busy being lazy. And well it's occurred to me, that I can't type anymore. I've officially spent to much time on the sidekick. I'm seriously having trouble typing this. Damn. I just haven't been up to doing much. And honestly updating this thing has been the least of my worries.

Let's see. Lorna and CeeAirrah played a horrible joke on Meli and myself. And for the record. I believed you for all of 10 minutes. I knew you had to be lying. But it got me thinking. Would this really be all that bad. It's not like we've seen them on TV anyway? I was almost relieved. Is that sad? Is that bad? Okay. So the joke. Mama and Papa had quit. Quit their jobs. Left us high and dry. My reaction, "Oh wow." Kudos to my ladies. You had us going. I just hope you haven't jinxed our already horrible show.

So if you've read my myspace blog about my OMG moments at work about the banana and the lopsided boobs. You're gonna get this. So again. It's happened. Woman walks into store, in only a sport's bra. I typed that correctly. Thin. White. Sports. Bra. And she's at least 45. With saggy old woman boobs. And I can see her, you know whats. I couldn't keep a straight face. You have to wonder what the fuck she was thinking. Because a Sports Bra is not an acceptable item of clothing if you've had 6 kids, and need a tummy tuck. Sorry. Please buy your Milwaukee's Best and your Marlboro Red's elsewhere. I don't wanna see your titties.

Be proud of me. I haven't had fast food in over a month. I just got tired of eating that stuff. Have you really looked at what your eating when you shove it in your mouth? Yuck. I still can't cut the Dr. Pepper. Soon. Very soon.

So, guess what I'm doing tomorrow? I've forced my mother into going to the zoo with me. I've been dying to go, and well, she's finally decided she's gonna go with me. I'm so excited. They have this new baby giraffe too. And well, don't laugh. I've always loved the zoo, and it's been forever. And well, thank God for 3 days off.

Later. And sorry for such a delay.

Video Blog.

There ya have it. My day in a nut shell. We really didn't need that much rain. Seriously.

P.S. Ryan walked behind me, and scared me as I was filming...

Boom.

Ever been scared shitless? Is that even a word? I mean, really scared. So scared, you just don't have time to react? But then you realize every thing is not what it seems? Where to begin.

So I'm having lunch with Dejuan and Camille today. Talking about this and that. Just being goofy and carefree. I've finished my sandwich from Subway, and I'm sipping on my water. Laughing at whatever Dejuan just said, when out of nowhere. There's this huge explosion, and a huge flash of light. I mean, I thought someone had a gun-explosion, and karma and just kicked my ass. Things got silent, and the lone lady sitting in the corner decided to scream after it had gotten quiet. Some guy pushed open the smoking room's door making in bounce off the wall, and flew into the hallway. I'm thinking, "You're such a dumbass, if someone's got a gun, you've totally just ran to them." He then makes some gesture, and we all know it's safe to move. We make our way into the hallway, and realize that the explosion has come from the electricity room. As we make our way out there, another one. I nearly pissed my pants.

So apparently, we weren't being shot at. We're doing some remodeling in our district office and restrooms, and well two men were working on making sure the power was turned off in that section of the store. Well in the process, one of the guys shocked himself. (He was fine, just pissed. Remember when you were little and you'd rub your feet across the carpet, and then shock your brother or sister? And it pissed them off? Cause it's not fun to be shocked. Well imagine being shocked, with enough power to turn off a whole store. Yeah he was not happy.) His only injuries seemed to be that his whole arm turned black. I'm not sure if this was bad or not? But he was livid. And of course, the most annoying people are questioning him.

After are hearts stopped beating like crazy, we started laughing. Dejuan turns to me and goes, we now have another memory. "The day we nearly pissed our pants." And from then on, every time Dejuan and I made eye contact, we'd just start laughing. And you know, telling this is making me laugh now. Margie's need to scream after the explosion has been the brunt of all our jokes, and I'm not sure why this is so funny. I mean, the man could have easily died. The power went out in the store, that's some high voltage there.

Today was the day, that I learned that my bladder does indeed work. Go bladder.

VT :(

I was driving home today, when I heard the news about the sad events that took place at the Virginia Tech campus. I didn't know details, but when "tragedy" and "Virginia" are used in the same sentence, I became worried. I immediately called my brother, who filled me in with what little information that he knew. I then called my dad, hoping he could fill me in with a few more details. All of this not really helping me.

Several students that I've gone to school with, do in fact go to Virginia Tech. My first thoughts were "do I know any of the victims?" And if so, can I handle this? Not knowing is always the toughest part. Several hours later, I have learned, that every student that went to JSB, has been accounted for. That phase is over. But what about the friends and family that won't get the same news that I have? I can only pray, and hope God lets them heal. I can't even imagine what everyone involved is going through. It's just unimaginable to me, that this could even happen.

VT of all schools. When tragedies hit, we always hear such a cliche statement. I've visited the school on several occasions, and have always been amazed by it's beauty and the people are always so nice. It's such a large campus, and trees everywhere. I love just walking around campus, with nothing on your mind. One of my last memories of being on campus was my senior year in high school. We were checking out some fair thing that Tech holds every year, and we then toured the campus. Well on the tour, my friend Elizabeth and I decided we'd rebel, and we got lost from our group. Lost meaning, we spent the rest of the tour having fun. We were in so much trouble, but it was worth it. My memories are now plagued with this tragedy.

RIP.

VT

Please pray that all my friends that go to Virginia Tech are safe and doing well.

Just for Tammy!

Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?
They're probably reading this. :)

How do you flush the toilet in public?
Most likely with my foot, or if I'm lucky it flushes itself. But I don't use public toilets if I don't have to.

Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
most of the time.

Do you have a crush on someone?
I always have a crush.

Name one thing you worry about running out of.
love.

What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble?
HA. No one.

What is your favorite pizza topping?
ham and pineapple.

Do you crack your knuckles?
NO!

What song do you hate the most?
This is why I'm Hot. So annoying.

Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?
Um no.

What are your super powers?
I have this way of getting into fanclubs.

Peppermint or spearmint?
spearmint.

Where are your car keys?
hanging on the key ring next to the front door.

Whose answers to this questionnaire do you want to hear?
Tammy's duh.

What's your most annoying habit?
me annoying? Never.

Where did you last go on vacation?
LA baby.

What is your best physical feature?
my laugh. If you consider that physical.

What CD is closest to you right now?
Amy Winehouse.

What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?
juice, more juice, and yogurt.

What superstition do you believe/practice?
I don't have any.

What color are your bed sheets?
light brown.

Would you rather be a fish or a bird?
both seem pretty shitty if you ask me.

Do you talk on your cell phone when you drive?
oh yes.

What are your favorite sayings?
oh noes, oh snap, I have a thing for anything that starts with Oh.

What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower?
I have a thing for Me and Bobby McGee. I think I'm Janis Joplin in the shower. It's rather amazing. Someone should record me, so I can see how silly I really am.

If you could go back or forward in time, where would you go?
forward. I like the prospects that the future brings.

What is your favorite Harrison Ford movie?
The Fugitive.

What CD is in your stereo?
None.

What CD will be in your stereo in a few minutes?
um, nothing.

How many kids do you plan on having?
The question most asked. Maybe 2. If I get over my loathe for children. Because I know I'll be blessed with children that hate me.

If you could kiss anyone who would it be?
You my dear.

What do you do when no one is watching?
pick my nose.

If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would be you?
Deidre Hall. Duh.

Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?
If I died a happy woman, would it matter?

Coffee or Tea?
coffee. doctored of course.

Favorite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert?
good question.

Have you ever been in love?
This I know for certain. No.

Do you talk to yourself?
Every chance I get.

When was the last time you went to the bathroom outside?
There was a party way out in the hills of Virginia. I was drunk, and well I popped a squat.

Family member you most resemble?
I'm most like my mom, but loud.

Do you own your own Bible?
What kind of question is this? Are you implying that I might have stolen a bible?Because the great thing about this is, God would forgive you for stealing that Bible. Of course I own my Bible.

Do you wear deodorant?
religiously.

Do you clean up nice?
I guess so.

When was the last time you tripped and fell?
I just walked into the wall a few seconds ago. And I trip on a regular basis.

Where was the last place you slept besides your home?
Cali. Hollywood Hills.

What are you listening to right now?
The Today show.

Have you ever started an uncontrollable fire?
No. Well, if you count that time we set a field on fire with fireworks. But we had in under control.

Ever run out of gas on the road?
Nope. Knock on wood. I'm pretty anal about getting my tank filled up. My brother gets it for me anyway. I haven't pumped gas in over 6 months.

What would you rather do, rake the leaves, or mow the lawn?
neither. I don't do lawn work. This is the only time I use the excuse, I'm a girl.

What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
music. Limewire is the shit.

Last time you swam in a pool?
last summer.

Have you ever been in a school play?
long ass time ago.

Type of music you DISlike most?
I don't really hate music.

Are you registered to vote?
of course.

Do you have cable?
yes.

Ever prank call anybody?
LOL. My friend Akerra could do it without laughing. She did it so seriously. We had too much fun. Once I called this random number asking for a random guy. This woman them exploded on me, asking me who I was, and how I knew her husband. Weird.

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
hell to the fucking No.

What's your favorite comic strip?
Peanuts or Garfield. So cliche. Ziggy's good too.

Bitch Slap.

I don't understand why people think they can bully me when I'm at work. If you raise your voice, I'm gonna raise my voice right back. I'm not going to stand there, and let someone "get the best of me". I am human, and I'm going to defend myself. It's who I am, and I won't change that about myself, just to please whoever. So there. Bitch can kiss my ass.

So I think the whole Don Imus thing is being taken way out of proportion. Ann Coulter made her gay slurs about John Edwards, Isaiah Washington made his about T. R. Knight, and Don Imus gets the ax. Maybe it's because I enjoy listening to Don Imus. But are we supposed to everything that Imus says seriously. He's a shock jock, a comedian, I just can't see how anyone can be taken so seriously. Sometimes we just need to have better judgment, and realize that we can't take things in normal perspective, he slipped, called some girls some "nappy haired hoes". Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson scream he should pay some sort of fine. To who? Them? There are other things that we need to worry about. Um, how about getting out of Iraq? I hear The Rutgers basketball team is going to be on Oprah sometime next week, or maybe they've already been on. But I'm sorry, I didn't see her running to John Edwards aide when he was indirectly called a faggot. I'm not condoning what he said, I just think it's double-sided when racial slurs are thrown. We all say things we shouldn't say. It happens. I've always been forgiven. Let's make it a public affair, next time I slip and offend someone. Maybe Oprah will have my victim on her show. I can't help but think that if Imus had been of color, this wouldn't be such a big deal. That's just my opinion, take it, or leave it.

Imus you so stupid.

I seriously have nothing else to bitch about. I've been in this mood. I'm really been surprised by it too. I'm usually not as snappy. Oh well...

I think it's finally time for bed. Enjoy your Friday the 13th. MUAHAHAHA.

Boredom Survey.

1. Introduce yourself...
I'm Zee. Who are you?

2. It's Wednesday at noon, where are you usually?
To be honest with you, I'm probably asleep.

3. What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
Right now I'm in love with Apple-Mango Tango. Which is made by Gain.

4. What brand of shampoo is in your shower right now?
Herbal Essences, Garnier Fructis, maybe some Suave, Head and Shoulders, the list goes on.

5. Did you ever get into a bar and drink before you were 21?
Yeah. In Texas if your parent gives you the drink, you can well, consume it. And well, I've been in bars my whole life.

6. What countries have you been to?
LOL. Um the United States. I travel within my country. Thank you.

7. Do you watch MTV anymore?
I haven't in forever. The last time I think I watched was in Cali. We watched The Hills. But I can't tell you when I had watched it before that.

8. What do you think about Oprah?
I think she's a pioneer, and a role model. And I think she gives young women something to look up forward too and up too. Does that mean I have to like her? No. I respect her in ways that she should be respected.

9. What color are your bed sheets?
light brown.

10. You need a new pair of jeans..what store do you go to first?
Old Navy or Target.

11. Did you ever watch The O.C.?
Not enough to really know what the fuck was going on. Or who played who.

12. What kind of car do you drive?
An escort. It's silver.

13. Honestly, is that car insured?
yes.

14. Do you like sushi?
On occasion. Not my favorite meal.

15. Have you ever been to Tiffany & Co. or Saks 5th Ave?
Yes.

16. Did your parents spoil you growing up?
For the most part yes.

17. Do you like roller coasters?
OMG. Do I ever.

18. What magazine(s) do you buy regularly or subscribe to?
US weekly. Or Star. I'm a gossip whore.

19. Do you remember the WB show "Popular"?
Not really. Was that a show?

20. When you go out do you prefer to go to a dance club or to a bar where you can chill with friends?
both. but I do prefer to just be with friends.

21. What do you think about gay marriage?
I don't think it's something that we should be worrying about right now. So much is going around us, such as war, genocide, famine, etc, that I think something like gay marriage is frivolous. I do believe that people have the right to love who they want, but does marriage really prove anything? Do you need some sort of paper to prove that you love that person. Gay or Straight.

22. Who do you think will be the next president?
I'm hoping a democrat.

23. Are you registered to vote?
of course.

24. Do you own an iPod?
nope. I've never felt the need to have one.

25. Is your bathroom filled with beauty stuff?
yep. Show me a bathroom that doesn't have some sort of beauty product. I mean soap counts right? HAHA.

26. What do you normally smell like?
Depends on the time of day you catch me.

27. Do you like Carrie Underwood?
No. I think her music is crap, and Bo Bice had her beat. I think she's highly overrated.

28. Been to "The Vegas"?
The Vegas? Is that any different from Las Vegas? HAHA. And no.

29. How far away do you live from your parents?
My dad lives in Virginia like 1000 miles away. My mom lives with me.

30. Are you happy with your job?
ehhhh.

What happened to 31?

32. What did you get in the mail today?
nothing it was Easter Sunday.

33. How do you like your steak cooked?
I don't like steak that much. But if I do. WELL DONE. I don't do half cooked meat of any kind.

34. Britney Spears...ready to have a nervous break down or just having fun?
I'll say it again. "Britney Spears is like the trailer to my trash."

35. What do you usually order at Taco Bell?
I get fucked in the butt for taco bell, duh. Okay just kidding. But ummm, nachos. When I eat there. And maybe a taco.

36. Have you ever sat all the way thru Gone With the Wind?
Yes. I own the movie.

37. Have you ever been to Mt Rushmore?
No. Do I really want to?

38. Is it just me, or was The Marine (w/John Cena) a really horrible movie?
I'm sure it was. I mean, a WWE wrestler in a movie? Need I say more?

39. Are surveys like the cocaine of myspace?
I think myspace itself is cocaine.

40. Where is your favorite place (that you have actually been to)?
LA. Gotta love California.

41. What is your favorite candle scent?
apple spice or pumpkin spice. Any of those fall scents.

42. Do you believe places can really be haunted?
anythings possible right?

43. Do you smoke cigarettes?
only when I drink.

44. Have you ever been to NYC or LA?
I've been to LA on a number of occasions.

45. How many states have you been to where all you saw was the airport?
I don't do connection flights. I fly straight there if at all possible.

46. Do you think 50 questions is enough?
More than enough...

47. Are you currently planning a trip?
actually yes. LA in June. Chicago in July.

48. Is Ryan Seacrest gay?
LOL, is this really a question? I think it doesn't matter. Whatever tickles his pickle...

49. Do you take anti-depressants? Sleeping pills?
I used to. I've never needed help with sleeping. HAHA.

50. What do you think about space travel?
I don't fly to other countries, what makes you think space travel is for me?

Nothing special about an Easter post.

First of all: Happy Easter and save the peeps for me.

Random post. It's crazy early, and I have nothing else to do. I took the longest nap ever, and now I'm wide awake watching my new favorite channel. I'm hooked on the Criminal and Investigation channel. I've been watching it for hours now. I'm hours away from lunch reservations, and well I could care less if I even showed up. Okay, I take that back. I'm kind of wanting to see if any drama goes down. It's been forever since we've all been together. We'll see. I almost feel evil. Maybe I should bring up politics. Two words to really fuck with some: Hilary Clinton. If the right words are said, I just might...MUAHAHAHAHA.

It snowed today while I was at work. WTF? It's April, it's Texas. This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be in winter apparel. It's just wrong.

So me being the child lover I am. HAHA. Had to take Easter bunny pics yesterday. Not so bad. Well, until this one girl felt the need to plop down in my lap. She was cute, so it's okay. Her cute little pig tails, and cute little grin, she was adorable. I don't say that about many kids. She was so terrified of the bunny, it was funny. But then again, I would have been afraid of the bunny too. It's kind of scary looking. Then these set of twins showed up. The little boy was very interested in what I was doing. Very in my face. And once again, adorable. I actually had fun with children. It's amazing. Most of the time, children and work, don't mix.

So I have this trip coming up in June. Then we have Chicago in July. I do believe this year will be the year most traveled. I'm still debating on where I want to spend Christmas. I kind of want to do the, fly somewhere warm, and spend Christmas in the sun, drinking whatever they place in my hand. We'll see. I might just try and make it to Virginia. (A big maybe.) I guess I kind of miss a few faces. I'm not sure about enduring the nasty weather though. I hate Virginia winters.

Enough of that. I really should try and get some sleep. Later loves.

Phone Whore Extraordinaire.

So I caved and bought myself yet another cell-phone. Seriously fuck my razr. I had that phone for about a year and a half. And near the end, the poor thing just wasn't performing. For such a hype, that phone was kind of lame. So I just added yet another dead phone to my collection. I am such a cell phone whore. I even paid extra to get an upgrade much sooner.

So I now say, fuck Motorola. I now own the white Samsung D807 slider phone. It's small and pretty. And best of all, it's not a Motorola. We'll see how loyal this phone will be. Hopefully I won't have any problems. So far, so good.

Speaking of cellphones, I need to pay my T-Mobile bill. It's early, but oh well. I need to do it, while it's on my mind, or I'll forget.

I'm back.

Rowan and I were hanging out last night. Suddenly midnight comes along and we decide to walk to Kroger's. Which is about a mile away. Midnight strolls to the grocery store are rather fun, until you've realized you needed milk. No one's really on the roads that late anyway, so we really enjoyed our peaceful rants on random things. It's actually rather relaxing, and good exercise at that. And honestly, it's really not all that dangerous. Well you must watch a few of those crazy drivers...

So I decided that American Idol does truly suck this season. I don't care how good Melinda or Lakisha are. I just can't make myself watch it. I did watch for Gwen Stefani the night she performed, but soon turned the channel after she was through performing. I just can't take the horridness.

Thanks to CC I'm back to watching The Osbourne's. I splurged and bought Seasons 1 through 2 1/2. And I really haven't stopped laughing. It's so amusing. Along with that purchase, I snagged a season of Hart to Hart, Janice Dickinson's Modeling Agency, From Here to Eternity, and Amy Winehouse's new CD. So I'm pretty much set for awhile.

Okay, so I'm getting bored. Looks like I might be heading to LA in like two months again. Score.

Ahhh, Cali.

Post #300.

First of all. I am alive and well. No one was harmed in the magnificent trip to California. My flight was quite smooth, and my luggage was not lost. So that made me quite happy. Though I can't say the same thing for Meli. Her flight was delayed, and she almost didn't have luggage. But we all made it to LA in one piece, and our little apartment was quite nice.

So our first day was spent in Beverly Hills, where CC and Meli got to experience watching the Days seminar, that Lo and I went to back in 2005, for the first time. Poor Pax, she was quite the trooper. And I must say, the people that work there are way cracked out. The lady working the front desk acted like she hadn't had any form of human contact in years, and the man working the TV's was rather weird. I must say, seeing that again, was rather humorous. It's fun to catch things you've missed, and laughing at people. We then made our way to the Cheesecake Factory, not before CC and a homeless guy got into it. The man had no right to question our not giving him any money. After all, who's the one begging for money?

Friday we made a long ass venture to Malibu, where we met Victoria (aka Hello Kitty) for lunch at Neptune's Net. I have to say, Drake makes a long venture to work, is it really all that necessary? Seriously, I don't travel that much in a week. The curvy roads and the mountains, made me feel like I was in Virginia for all of 5 minutes. Neptune's was rather tasty, and once again thanks Vic for picking up the tab. Very unnecessary. We took several pics on the beach, and interviewed this drunk homeless man. Can you believe he had no clue who Deidre Hall was? Gees. But he did know Days. HAHA. The houses were pretty, but I can't imagine living that close to someone. Believe it or not, but I like my space. After lunch, we made our way to Santa Monica, where we stopped and walked up the pier. After some graffiti, we made our way to the little Mexican place for some drinks. Then we made our way back home.

Saturday was spent on Rodeo Drive. After having our car valet parked. Oops. We made our way up the elevator to try and find this shopping extravaganza. I followed Pax's lead and we made our way up some escalator, only to find out, we were going the wrong way. You should have seen our crazy asses trying to run down the thing. But alas, we made it, and found ourselves in window shopping heaven. We then headed home, but not before we got Tony's, (the valet parking guy) number, never to see him again.

Sunday, we said goodbye to Mel. Such a sad day. We made our way back to Sunset, and did a bit more shopping. We had previously been to Sunset, but I can't remember which night that was on. But we had brought the video recorder, and did a bit of random interviewing. And just for future reference, Freddy Kruger was the only person who knew who Deidre Hall was. No one else had the slightest clue. Sunset was probably one of my favorite parts of the trip. So much to do. So little time.

When I mention this trip, I have to mention Target. We went to Target at least once every day of our trip. For starters. We needed a VCR/DVD player. Then we needed a few groceries. Then we needed pictures. Then we needed to return the VCR/DVD player. It's where I experienced Jamba Juice for the very first time. And I must say, it's not really all that impressive. It's where the little girl was amazed that my name was Zee. She was like, "Your name is Zee?" With such bewilderment. Like it confused her that my name was a letter. It's where we met Enrique/Ulysses, whatever his name is, and he gave us probably the best interview of the trip. He seriously still makes me laugh.

Each night was spent watching an abundance of tapes and DVD's. Whether it be John and Marlena clips, The Osbourne's, Hart to Hart, random interviews, etc. Things were bound to get crazy. And a conversation that sticks out the most, is when Meli told us about how her eye was sperminated. (Must I explain how this happened?) She was convinced that the sperms thought her eye was an egg, and they were trying to fertilize her eye. Whatever it was, it left her eye all red. I still think her eye got pregnant.

Monday morning we all left. I really haven't been that tired in a long ass time. I was so tired, I fell asleep on the plane, and woke up when they announced that we would be landing in DFW in 15 minutes. I do remember when we boarded in LAX, they told us to hurry and board when they called our group numbers, because we needed to get going because of bad weather. If I hadn't been so tired, I might have been nervous. Lack of sleep will do that to you. I must say though, LAX at 5 in the morning is crazy ridiculous. I waited in line for security for almost an hour. And tell me why only two lanes are open? Seriously. It is Spring Break.

I then arrived home to rain. Which totally sucked. And have yet to have any free time to myself until now. It seems as though, work decided to punish me for taking a week off. I just worked 7, 9 hour days in a row. And well, it totally blows. I want to be back in our little apartment in Hollywood Hills. Did you really believe we would stay in Santa Monica? Ploy. HAHA.

I did spend last night with Rowan. We both had worked 7-4, and I gladly brought her home. We were going to watch Blades of Glory with some friends, but were too tired to really get ready and go. So we lazed around the apartment, and then got out her new Wii, and played it for the first time. We had so much fun. I almost want to go out and buy one. We then got annoyed by her roomie, and finished our night with Krystal burgers. All together. It was a great night.

Sorry I haven't updated in what seems like forever. I haven't really felt up to it. I haven't felt like doing a lot of things. But that just comes with being me.

Mission Accomplished.

P.S. Tommy's Famous Burgers, should not be famous.

Just in case.

(If I do turn up missing. Here's a pic of myself. I'm wearing the glasses. And well, question the hell out of Cathleen Jean Paradis of Chatsworth, California. Thanks for all those that searched for me in advance. I'm sure I loved you. Oh gosh, I think I've lost my mind.)

And I'm outta here.

So leave it to me to get sick 2 days before I fly out to LA. Not just the sniffles, I might add, but some fucking stomach virus. I won't go into detail, but lets just say it was pretty nasty. But I'm recovering quite nicely, and will continue with my trip as planned. Monday I felt like death, and was for sure the girls would be flying out to my funeral instead. Thank God for Thera-flu.

So now, I'm finishing up on some laundry, packing the rest of my necessities, and ready to be with my Lulas. You have no idea, how excited I am to be with my sisters. It shall be an interesting experience. And well, I can already tell we're gonna have tons of fun. Lookout LA!

So does anyone want cool souvenirs? I was planning on raiding some trashcans while I was out there. I mean, who doesn't want someone's chewed gum? Or used tampon? Or crusty half eaten sandwich? I could so make a fortune on ebay!

Well, I'm out. I'll see you in a week. MUAHAHAHA. Unless I do get arrested or killed like my grandmother has predicted, if so, I'll see you in the afterlife. Bye my bitches.

And to my Lulas! It's about time we saw each other in the flesh. Can't wait to see your crazy faces!

OMG. LIKE. YAY.

Guess who got their period?!?!?! That would be me, Zee. (Not to be confused with a certain someone's assistant. I'm pretty sure, I had that name first.) Anyway...Haven't been this excited. Ever. Well excited to get such a horrid thing. I'm sure you wanted to hear this. But I just had to share the good news.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, by the way! I just wish I had been warned. Let's just say, I'm pretty tired of getting pinched.

Sorry this is so short, but it's time for some much needed sleep. Peace out, and three fucking days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crazy craptastic thoughts.

Thanks for all the sweet messages regarding my pooch. I'm happy to report that the little devil is back to his crazy antics, and hopefully there will be no more scares in the future. Rusty appreciates your thoughts and wishes he could kiss you all in the face.

I can't really think of a reason as to why I thought I wanted to blog. This will be hella random. Sorry for the sporadic nonsense.

Grey's Anatomy. WTF? George and Izzy? She's so pregnant. I'm calling it now. Izzy just got sleazy. And well, I like Callie. And I think it sucks that George and Izzy could be so...icky. You don't have sex with the friend. I mean, they were so brother/sister. Eww. It seems so incestuous to me.

Okay, I think it's a great thing what Angelina Jolie's doing. Adopting needy children, but how many does she need? She really should stop influencing young Hollywood starlets. Because when I heard that Jessica Simpson was interested in adopting, I wanted to start a revolution against it. Some people just don't need that much influence on maturing children. Adopting is not a trend. It's a huge decision. Most people can't take care of themselves, much less a small child. It should be hard to adopt. When I say this, I don't mean, like hardcore hard. But if I had a child that I had to give up for adoption, I'd want them to go to the best family possible. I don't want my child to be someone's meal ticket. I talk, like this would happen...

I saw a horrible wreck on my way home yesterday. It was late, and on I-35, some car had flipped over on it's top, and there were cops and fire trucks everywhere. It looked like Christmas where they had about a mile of access road blocked off. People were scurrying everywhere, they had what looked like the jaws of life, trying to pry someone out of the car. Such a sight, always brings me down. Knowing that somewhere, someone is expecting this person, and they will only be greeted with bad news. I just hope this person is okay. Though it looked grim.

The pregnant lady lies.

You know. Listening to Rehab by Amy Winehouse at the moment, and it's got me thinking about all the people that have been to rehab recently. Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Isaiah Washington, etc. If people like Isaiah are going, maybe I should go to. You ask why? FC hacking. I so have a problem. LOL. I bet there's a place out there just for me. "My name's Zee, and I'm a FC hacker." "HI ZEE!" Well I must say, it's not hacking if you have a password. Hacking just makes it sound more bad ass than it will ever really be.

I have so much to do today. Mostly trip stuff. I have to start packing, doing laundry, more shopping, and more stuff I'm sure. I'm getting super excited about this trip! Lulas convention 07. You wish you were going.

Anyone else have a question?

First things first. Please make it a point to keep my pooch Rusty in your thoughts. Yesterday he was in a lot of pain, and wasn't making it a point to move on his own. Well my mother ended up taking him to the ER for pets of course, and he seemed to perk up. He is walking, which is a good sign, but the emergency room vet did seem to think it could be his back. She gave him a shot, and he seems to be doing really well. And taking advantage of the extra babying he's getting. Mom, text me at work, telling me her plans to take him in, and I had a mini panic attack. I can't go through this again, let's just hope he's better later today. They said if he's still in pain, to take him to his normal doctor. I'm seriously a nervous wreck. Let's just think good thoughts...

Speaking of good thoughts, well funny, I had this pregnant lady insisting that she give me a tip yesterday at work. In fact, she says she's coming back today to give it to me. She was nice. But I really don't care to hear all about your pregnancy, and how it was an accident. LOL, I'd say. I thought she was at least 50 when I saw her. I was like omg, you're so pregnant, and well. Old. I'm sorry but your pregnancy does not concern me. Those damn hormones.

6 days! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny story. Yesterday I had to run by my grandma's so I could borrow her suitcase for the trip, because it's bigger than mine. So of course the game of 100 questions is played. The convo kind of went like this. I left the fluff out. Like I'm pretty sure you have no interest in Winstar or Ray Price. Nor do you wanna hear about how she took my cousin Jean to get a new phone. And that's why she looked like she had gone to a funeral. So anyway, convo:

[On my way to her house]

(My one of two phones ring. That would be the razr.)
N: Where are you?
Z: On my way. Be there in like 3 minutes.
N: Well hurry.
Z: Three minutes Nanny.

(this whole convo takes place in the garage. Where my grandmother had to move her car out of the garage, so we could find where she put the damn thing. When we did find it, I had to clean it out, turns out, she hid Christmas wrapping paper and stuff in it. She was pissed she had forgot about it.)

Z: So where's this suitcase?
N: Why do you need it?
Z: Funny story Nans, I'm flying to LA for the week.
N: LA as in Los Angeles? Now why would you go there?
Z: That would be the LA, and because I feel the need to stalk celebrities.
N: You're lying.
Z: No seriously, do you have enough money in the bank to bail me out if I get arrested?
N: Suzi, you're being silly.
Z: HAHA, had you going.
N: You did not.
Z: I so did.
N: Shut up, why are you really going?
Z: Oh I'm just meeting some of my friends out there. Then we're stalking celebrities.
N: (roll of the eyes) What friends?
Z: Oh just Lorna, CC, and Melissa.
N: I don't remember you mentioning them.
Z: I went to school with them Nans. (HAHA, at this point I am lying. She'd faint if she knew where I'd really met them.)
N: I don't remember them.
Z: Yes you do. Lorna and I used to be on the SWAC team. And CC and Melissa and I became friends after we graduated.
N: What's SWAC?
Z. An academic team nanny.
N: Doesn't sound like one.
Z: It is. I have the shirt to prove it. Do I need to go get it?
N: Don't be sarcastic.
Z: I would do no such thing.
N: (some more eye rolls) So what are you going to do in California?
Z: I told you. We're gonna stalk celebrities.
N: The ones from that Days of Our Lives? (sarcastically)
Z: Yes nanny. Of course.
N: Well forget your bible at home. And leave that Bo guy alone. He's a little funny if you know what I mean. It might hurt his feelings.
Z: NANNY.
N: What?
Z: Oh gees. So if I needed you to pick me up at the airport could you?
N: I guess. You makes sure to give me all the details, cause I don't want to look like an idiot at the airport.
Z: That shouldn't be hard. (playfully)
N: Oh you shut your mouth. So tell me more about your friends.
Z: Well Lo lives in San Diego.
N: Lo?
Z: Lorna.
N: Oh. San Diego? How did she end up there out of Bristol?
Z: Well, she went to school.
N: I know that silly, for what?
Z: Umm, well she wanted to get away from Virginia. So she picked a random school. And is pursuing law school as we speak.
N: A lawyer?
Z: Yes, nanny.
N: Why?
Z: Well I don't know, why don't you ask her nanny?
N: So what about this CeeeeCeeee girl? She is a girl right?
Z: Yes. And she lives in Ohio.
N: Ohio!?!
Z: She's a writer too. And she's been going to school for that.
N: I guess that sounds like fun.
Z: And well Melissa lives in Chicago. And works out there.
N: Chicago! Did you tell her we used to live out there?
Z: Yes, nanny.
N: I used to love Chicago, before Jack met that tramp.
Z: (avoiding the subject haha, it tends to get nasty..) So basically we're meeting up to get together, and LA just seemed like fun, cause Lorna lives around there.
N: I thought you said she lives in San Diego.
Z: I did. We're just meeting up in LA, and staying there.
N: Where are you staying?
Z: In some apartment in Santa Monica?
N: An apartment?! Won't that be expensive?
Z: We got a really good deal.
N: Well I hope your not in an area surrounded by a bunch of those druggies. You might wanna take protection.
Z: Nanny I don't think they allow me to take guns on airplanes.
N: Well I hope you're not that stupid. Sometimes I wonder.
Z: NANNY!
N: Well, sometimes your goofy.
Z: I would never take a gun to LA. I don't even own one.
N: Well, I'm just saying. You might wanna watch your back. California is crazy. I mean they elected that Arnold guy to office.
Z: What does Arnold have to with me going to LA?
N: I was just making a point.
Z: What point?
N: Oh do you ever listen to me?
Z: Sometimes.
N: I'd believe it. You aren't gonna drink all the time while you're out there?
Z: No. I don't drink Nanny.
N: Oh you lie.
Z: I wouldn't spend that kind of money just to drink in another city. We're gonna just do the site seeing thing. Head up to Malibu and just hang out with the girls, and some other people.
N: Other people?
Z: Some of Lorna's friends.
N: Oh. Who are they?
Z: Now how would I know? They're her friends. We are meeting them.
N: Oh. Are y'all gonna go up to that Rodeo Drive?
Z: Of course. It wouldn't be a trip to California without shopping there.
N: I'd love to shop there.
Z: I bet you would. And I bet you'd go bankrupt shopping at Tiffany's too.
N: I love diamonds. What can I say?
Z: Understatement of the year.
N: (smiles)
Z: Well I've gotta run. Thanks for the suitcase.
N: What's the hurry?
Z: It's 10:30 and I have to get to bed. I have to be at work.
N: What time?
Z: Four.
N: Oh you have all day to sleep.
Z: But I'm tired, Nanny.
N: You better tell me when you fly back home. Gees, I hope you're still alive.
Z: I will be.
N: How do you know?
Z: Nanny my friends won't let me get murdered. If I get attacked, I'll let them talk to you. I'm sure you could talk them out of it. Make sure to keep your phone on.
N: Oh goodnight!!!!
Z: Love you Nanny.

Oh good times.